Book : Victim F From Crime Victims To Suspects To Survivors.

-Titulo Original : Victim F From Crime Victims To Suspects To Survivors

-Fabricante :

Berkley

-Descripcion Original:

The shocking true story of a bizarre kidnapping and the victims re-victimization by the justice system.In March 2015, Denise Huskins and her boyfriend Aaron Quinn awoke from a sound sleep into a nightmare. Armed men bound and drugged them, then abducted Denise. Warned not to call the police or Denise would be killed. Aaron agonized about what to do. Finally he put his trust in law enforcement and dialed 911. But instead of searching for Denise, the police accused Aaron of her murder. His story, they told him, was just unbelievable. When Denise was released alive, the police turned their fire on her, dubbing her the “real-life ‘Gone Girl’” who had faked her own kidnapping. In Victim F, Aaron and Denise recount the horrific ordeal that almost cost them everything. Like too many victims of sexual violence, they were dismissed, disbelieved, and dragged through the mud. With no one to rely on except each other, they took on the victim blaming, harassment, misogyny, and abuse of power running rife in the criminal justice system. Their story is, in the end, a love story, but one that sheds necessary light on sexual assault and the abuse by law enforcement that all too frequently compounds crime victims’ suffering. About the Author Denise Huskins and Aaron Quinn are physical therapists born and raised in California. They married in September 2018, and in 2020 welcomed a daughter, Olivia. Investigative journalist Nicole Weisensee Egan is the author of Chasing Cosby: The Downfall of Americas Dad. Among her awards are the National Center for Missing & Exploited Childrens prestigious Hope Award and Time Inc.’s Luce Award for public service. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. 1DeniseI almost didnt come over to Aarons house that night.Would it have changed anything if I hadnt? Or would it have just happened a different night? Were we destined to go through what we did?Aaron and I are meant for each other; of that, I have no doubt. But does that mean I had to endure the unimaginable, to experience trauma that no one should have to live through, for us to be together? Are the two so intertwined that one cannot exist without the other? I dont know. What I do know is, I would never take it back, not if it meant I would have to live my life without him.We first met in June 2014 when I moved to Northern California for a nine-month physical therapy residency at the Kaiser hospital in Vallejo. ItOs a world-renowned program, with physical therapists from across the globe coming to learn a specialized-treatment approach for patients with severe neurological disorders or those with brain or spinal cord injuries. Aaron was a physical therapist working in the same department and taught a couple of classes for the program.I was initially drawn to his intelligence, the way he made complex topics easy to understand, but he also had this artistic, intuitive, healing way about him when he worked with patients that seemed almost mystical.I ran into Aaron at some social gatherings in the coming weeks, and we always ended up talking a lot, first about sports, where we grew up, our families, but quickly easing into deeper discussions about our love for our chosen profession, our passion to be the best we can, and our goals for the future. We had an instant connection and chemistry that surprised me. I hadnt felt anything quite like that before. However, I didnt get my hopes up. I knew he was involved with someone we worked with.In the next couple of weeks, Aaron told me he and this woman, Jennifer Jones, had been engaged but had broken up months before because she had had an affair. They still lived together, but hed moved to one of the spare bedrooms while he sorted out his feelings.We were both hesitant to start dating because of all this and because we all worked together, but Aaron and I couldnt resist each other and quickly fell in love. At the end of August, Jennifer moved out